"But what could he possibly have discovered? This senior doesn't look like someone easy to talk to." The doll-faced female cultivator continued muttering under her breath.
"No matter! Let him go forward and test the waters. We'll simply watch how things unfold! It's just a pity about Junior Brother Qin."
"If I'd known earlier... I should have taken a firmer stance and stopped Junior Brother Qin."
The Sun Seal Xú-surname cultivator waved his hand, his face full of regret. As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes at Su Shi'er, trying to see something from him.
Su Shi'er turned a deaf ear to the voices around him, neither caring nor paying them any mind.
In only a few moments, he arrived exactly three zhang in front of the old man.
His footsteps halted abruptly. Su Shi'er immediately cupped his fists and bowed respectfully to the other party.
"This junior is Inner Sect Elder Su Shi'er. I have come here to choose a treasure, and must trouble you, Senior!"
As soon as his words fell, an exquisitely crafted Medicinal Pill bottle appeared in Su Shi'er's hand.
The old man remained sprawled on the ground, still asleep without the slightest sign of waking.
Yet an invisible pressure suddenly filled the cave, accompanied by an aged voice.
"Boy, are you... trying to bribe this old man? What do you take my Secret Treasure Pavilion for? What do you take this old man for?"
"Hmph! As a sect elder, instead of properly working for the sect's development, all you do all day is scheme over such things."
"Scram!"
The old man lay motionless on the ground, but the instant the word "scram" left his mouth, a violent wind erupted before Su Shi'er, whipping his robes into disarray.
Seeing this, the Xú-surname cultivator swiftly tucked